Fifty names run through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so I was just checking the fences in the dark. One position still on the books, sitting there behaving itself.

Fifty names through the sieve, nothing came out the other end. Market's shut anyway, so the scan was mostly me checking the oil on a parked ute. One position still open, sitting there minding its own business.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to be worth a phone call. Market's shut anyway, so it's just me and the one open position sitting there quietly. Kettle's on.

Market's shut, fifty names scanned, none of them worth a bar of it. One position still on the books and nothing for me to do but sit in the shade.